TN17 News

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Participants on Tawe Nunnugah will recall that part of the fun was being
buzzed by the drone, generally controlled by the safety RIB operator
Saul. He has very generously given us a copy of his footage: view at https://goo.gl/dg6o4Y . Depending on your musical taste you will either want to have your speakers dialed up to 11, or toned down a bit.

We have created a numbers of ways to share Raid photos.
Using Facebook, you can post your best pics to the tn17 Photo Group
(https://www.facebook.com/groups/1907553839491022/). This is a closed group
just for Raiders with almost 200 photos in it already.Go to the site and ask to join. Either
Heather (Mrs Black Pearl) or Deb will accept your request. There are also a few
pics on the tn17 Facebook page. Alternatively you can link your online
collection to the LBT website at http://bit.ly/2lxymw9- let us know about your on-line collection if
you would like it added.

Several items were lost and found during the Raids. There is
a box of homeless stuff at the LBT Shed. If you have lost something or found
someone else's stuff in your gear after the Raid, please let us know and we
will share it. Celia is looking for her pocket knife in beloved hand-made
leather holder, thought lost in Quarantine Bay and if you borrowed the LBT’s
new Yamaha outboard please return it.

Invoices for Bar Tabs went out on 24 February. Thank-you
to those who have already paid - you should have received acknowledgment of
your payment. If you haven’t yet seen your invoice please check for an email
from “Living Boat Trust<noreply@apps.myob.com>”.
If you haven’t received an invoice but are expecting one please contact the
Raid organisers at: info@tawe-nunnugah.org

Registration and bag drop for the Return Raid is at 16 Evans
Street near the Australian Wooden Boat Festival in Hobart at 11 am on Monday
morning. Evans Street is behind the Henry Jones Hotel on the north side of
Constitution Dock (Salamanca Place is on the south side of the dock area) – map
attached.

The original plan was for the Return Raid fleet to leave
Hobart from Watermans Dock on Monday afternoon, however, the current forecast
is for strong westerly winds from midday Sunday, easing late on Monday afternoon.
We will have a better idea of how the weather system is moving at 11 am on
Monday. If the winds are unlikely to ease in time for a safe crossing during
daylight we will look at alternatives including the possibility of busing
people to a camp site for Monday night.

As always we will be watching the weather and will make a
decision accordingly. Some people on the Raid have limited email access at the
moment – if you are speaking to someone doing the Return Raid please check with
them whether they’ve received this email and if not, let them know about the
bag drop at 11 am and the possibility of a bus shuffle if the strong winds
don’t ease in time.

We were an all female crew with Celia as skipper. We set out for Dennes Point, and to our surprise the sea was calm, the sun came out and there was no rain. We came out of Quarantine Bay into the D’Entrecasteaux Channel and into the path of three playful dolphins. We stayed in the lee of the land and had lunch aboard in some quiet water. We set off not knowing what to expect but having been warned that there was unsettled weather expected. We rowed, the waves got bigger, the wind got stronger, the white horses grew in number. The cox changed and we started surfing down the waves and steering towards the coast. The waves got bigger, the wind got stronger, and sadly one of the crew became too tired and a tow was requested: as it turned out we were only two hundred metres from sheltered waters and close to our destination. We rowed in to applause. We were all pleased with ourselves. A good day out in Tassie waters.

The camp support staff had the best view of the Simpson’s Point camp, motoring in and out over the ridge: it was spectacular. In the morning after a 7.30 breakfast the now established routine of washing up and packing up the vehicles was easily accomplished with the assistance of everybody in camp. The analogy of ants moving a grasshopper was mentioned. Ros headed out to replenish stores, chef and cooking assistants went off to preprepare meals for the day, the support group went looking for fuel and gas, whilst the setup group found their way to the new camp with a truckload of luggage, camp equipment, mobile toilets and water supplies. The tea, coffee and office marquee was set up first, followed by the kitchen marquee. After the arrival of the sailing and rowing contingent we collectively erected the main marquee. Sitting in camp at Quarantine Bay in the shade under the cyprus trees after the afternoon’s work was done we watched the fleet come in with the sun on their sails: it was brilliant.

Seastar had been tucked away in Egg and Bacon Bay for the night, a millpond in south westerly weather, very close to Randall’s, most importantly within walking distance for dinner. In the morning we motored around for breakfast in 20 minutes. Got away before the rest of the fleet, giving us a brief feeling of superiority before we were passed by the Bay Raiders and the Core Sounds. It was a day of fair winds blowing us along at about five knots, despite leaving two reefs in. We passed Huon Island and then Arch Rock, covered in nesting gulls and resting cormorants, turned the corner at Gordon into the D’entrecasteaux Channel proper and headed directly for Simpson’s Point. We coasted down the far side of the point to our destination, a tiny, sheltered, tree lined cove. It was at the foot of spectacular paddocks of long yellow grass with a lone wallaby bounding off through it. Little mushroom tents were being set up along the ridge lines, or wherever a piece of level ground could be found. The marquees were erected and all of a sudden there was a tent village. The red wine supplies had been replenished, so we could all relax. The sun was out and views were wonderful, as was the meal served up to the multitudes that evening.